Hell On Wheels

[couchgrouch]

Hell On WheelsMy neighbor had a loud Chihuahuaand little Pedro barked all night longcoulda snuffed him with my shotgunbut c'mon...that mighta been wrongthen a rowdy gang of bikersinvaded our quiet country burgtheir Harleys with shot-up mufflerssounded like dragons bein' spurredwell, they came to our villageto drink n fight n stealthey were born to rob and pillageflaming tailpipes made them hell on wheelsthey bushwhacked the weak old sherifftook his bullet and his gunbroke in on the Baptist preacherburned the church with his bootleg rumthough streets and alleys echoedwith the roar of their outlaw bikesit was still Pedro's barkingthat made me curse the nightsthey took the high school mascot hostagethat little piggie became a mealkilled Farmer Coot's alpaca and ostrichand made coats that read "Hell On Wheels"the leader ran the mayor's toupeeup the flagpole at City hallsaluted from his Harleycranked on skunkweed n alchoholhe rounded my corner doin' eightyand caused Pedro's last squeaky barkthen that biker saw bats n brimstonewhen he hit a tractor that was parkedin a tiny wicker casketPedro was buried in a fieldhe went to hell in a handbasketand that biker went to hell on wheels(c)2006 Robert George